When her approach doesn't make him seem to get even more upset, she continues, before reaching out to place an arm on his arm.

"It's okay," she murmurs, hand gently squeezing. She hopes he will believe her, will accept that it truly is okay and find peace.

She's glad that he does manage to get more words out, even as she remains concerned. Her presence is hopefully not the cause, though she's experienced people being nervous and wary in the presence of the Oracle. (Not many, but enough that she doesn't hold it against him.)

"If you could do what I asked of you..." If he had been by Noctis' side, had been there for him, supported him, then... "Then you were brave enough. Perhaps you needed a nudge in that direction, but..."

She smiles, softly. "You were brave, Prompto. With or without my letter, you were brave, and you were kind."